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I received the following email the other day and wanted to pass it on.
Charles Plumb was a US Navy jet pilot in Vietnam,
After 75 combat missions, his plane was destroyed by a
Surface-to-air missile. Plumb ejected and parachuted into enemy hands
He was captured and spent 6 years in a communist Vietnamese prison.
He survived the ordeal and now lectures on lessons learned from that experience!
One day, while Plumb and his wife were sitting in a restaurant, a man at another table come up and said, “You’re Plumb! You flew jet fighters in Vietnam from the aircraft carrier Kitty Hawk. You were shot down!”
“How in the world did you know that?” asked Plumb.
“I packed you parachute.” The man replied.
Plumb gasped in surprise and gratitude.
The man pumped his hand and said, “I guess it worked!”
Plumb assured him, “It sure did. If your chute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.”
Plumb couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man.
Plumb says, “I kept wondering what he had looked like in a Navy uniform: a white hat; a bib in the back; and bell-bottom trousers.
I wonder how many times I might have seen him and not even said Good morning, how are you? Or anything because, you see, I was a fighter pilot and he was just a sailor.
Plumb thought of the many hours the sailor has spent at a long wooden table in the bowels of the ship, carefully weaving the shrouds and folding the silks of each chute, holding in his hands each time the fate of someone he didn’t know.
Now, Plumb asks his audience,
“Who’s packing your parachute?’
Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day.
He also points out that he needed many kinds of parachutes when his plane was shot down over enemy territory-he needed his physical parachute, his mental parachute, his emotional parachute, and his spiritual parachute.
He called on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometime in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important.
We may fail to say hello, please, or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason. As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize people who pack your parachutes.
Thanks to so many of you, for packing my parachute. And a special thanks for my dear friend who is continually packs my chute.
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